It’s never enough with this woman. The way she skillfully works her body on mine, the look of love and desire in her eyes. The pure bliss written across her face and the flushing she radiates from the pleasure flowing through her body. She selflessly gives me everything of herself.
As she lifts her hips, I follow and jab up into her as she comes down. Knocking her off kilter, her hands slide up my chest and choke me for a second before realizing what she’s done.
“Sorry,” she whispers, chewing her lip.
Grasping her hand, I place it right back when she yanks it away. “Baby, you choke me any time you like so long as my dick is deep in this creamy pussy.”
Her innocence is so fucking sweet, but she does it. And my dick loves it. Straining my neck, her palm rubs up and down my throat as she massages me, hampering my ability to inhale deeply with each stroke. She matches her hand to the way she pumps her hips, and I explode.
My ears ring as my spine tingles and compresses, and my dick and balls erupt inside her like a volcano. Blinded with insatiable lust for Autumn, I go hoarse after releasing a fierce bellow of pleasure.
Taking hold of her wrist, I flip us over and pound away until her pussy contracts and she follows me over the edge. Her womb eating up every ounce of semen I’ve dumped in her body since we got home.
“Fuck, Autumn, I fucking love you more than I can ever express.”
Kissing along her jaw, I take her mouth and force my tongue inside, sweeping it around hers until she submits to me. Giving me everything I never knew I wanted when I was on the hunt for her.
Her legs have a vice-like grip on my hips as she wraps her arms around my back, clutching me tightly to her lithe body. Sweat coats us both as our mouths meet again.
“When you found me, I never imagined this would be the outcome, but I’m so happy it is. I love you, Law, more than I thought I could. And I’m hoping that this time next month will show you exactly how much.”
I groan. The image of Autumn pregnant with my child is seared into my brain because there is nothing I want more. I crave having her tied to me so completely.
Brushing my lips gently across her, I say, “Even if you’re not, we are still going to have a hell of a time practicing.”
“Yes, we will.”
Her body goes soft and languid as I nibble down her chest, suckling lightly on each nipple, bathing them with my tongue before moving between her legs. It’s magical how we taste together, and when she asks, I feed her from my tongue.
When exhaustion strikes, the sky is dark, the world is quiet, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms, knowing we have a lifetime of tomorrows to grow and love each other.
Epilogue One
AUTUMN
Three Years Later.
“Go, Daddy, go!!” my sweet, nearly two-year-old son, Brock, calls out to Law as he nails a home run, winning the game for his team.
Since finding out we’re pregnant with a second son a few months ago, Law has taken on fewer cases and spends more time with us. Not long after I moved in with him, I was lucky to find a job in an independent bookstore, something I’ve loved doing since the start. And when Lawisworking, I’ve been able to bring Brock along with me as well. However, once this baby is born, we’ve decided that I’ll stop working until we’re done having babies and they’re in school.
Before Brock came along, I hadn’t a clue how much I would love being a mom. How much time I would want to spend with my babies, and now, doing anything else is unimaginable. And I know my husband feels the same way, as I watch Brock runaround the cage and straight to Law as he slides into home plate. Our little family is where we find our happiness. The extension of my sisters and their families only adds to it.
“Hey, darling.” Law comes around to me, his hand zeroing in on my belly as his lips connect with mine. Brock’s head leans on his shoulder contentedly. “How are you feeling?”
“Perfect and famished. But we’re fine.” I seem to be in a constant state of hunger while pregnant with these boys.
“Let’s get you some food, then.” And my husband is always happy to fill me up with whatever I crave.
“Burgers and watermelon?” He chuckles at my suggestion but nods his head as we meet up with War and Christmas. “BBQ at our place?” I ask, knowing my sister will be unable to resist. She’s currently in the same predicament as I am.
“Do you have cucumbers and soy sauce? Oh, peanut butter too?”
War chuckles but gets an elbow to the gut for his trouble.
“We’ll stop at the store, babe.” As we separate to our vehicles, he says to Law, “Send me a list of anything you need.”
“Call your sisters, love. Might as well make it a family affair.” My husband reads my mind so well.
